Ra(i)sing the towerSpeak not of resurrection, one saviourwill do. Leave out the phoenix too, the Greek hope built on smoke and ashes. Speak not of the slopeto the bottomless realm. Check your behaviour.Defenceless and featherless, he stiffly treadsthe whiteness of the theatre, losing pride;no father and no deity by his side,he is naked like the first. His body spreads.First of all this tower crumbles and implodes.The soul skims Babel, reconsiders, reckonsonce more. Homo Erectus prevails, unbowedstill, the man stands tall again, his Muse beckonshim, reincarnation is a might-have-been:re-entering yourself, you’re the man-machine.translation: Erik Honders